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Letting you go has been the hardest part of my life, I loved you so long I forgot who I was. My heart tied in strings and held far away from everything. I put you on a pedestal you did not deserve. I loved you despite your flaws and your darkness I gave it my
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Will she choose love or freedom in a world where you may not be offered both?
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I write about my own experiences mostly. And I find that in the dark I’m not afraid because I can peel off all of what I am and reveal the raw underside of when all the masks fall off. Mental health is an important part of overall health and I have come to see that
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What happens when you let the broken parts of you die and you allow yourself to truly live?
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Will she choose love or freedom in a world where you may not be offered both?
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Happiness seems to shroud away from me Pleasantly floating in the empty spaces I can’t see But why can’t I touch, grasp, and embrace it I know that I only need a little bit It seems to bob and weave out of my hands A butterfly not wanting to be caught in this dance
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“Write about a character who has the ability to pause the passage of time.” Posted in Fantasy on May 31, 2024 https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/. The café was busier than normal today, a harsh breeze forced its way into the room every time the door swung open to allow another person to escape the cold. I sighed as I looked
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One day when love finds me again I want it to be all consuming for me and them. Not one sided and full of hurt and unsureness. I want something soft and pure a love I can place my heart safely in. One day love will find me when I am completely and utterly unbroken
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My heart sometimes hurts because I won’t let go of things or persons who no longer belong in my life. I want to hold on to a moment or a memory and cherish it for years to come. But growing means outgrowing people, relationships, and jobs, maybe even hobbies. Is there something in your life
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The truth is we can’t control our dreams can we? I’ve always heard that when you can’t sleep at night it’s because someone is dreaming of you. They are wishing for you to think of them. You might ask how do I know who’s dreaming of me? Well, who holds your heart? In your darkest
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